The Mars Volta - Since We've Been Wrong

Since We've Been Wrong

Do you still remember how you wore that dress
it slit my sight beneath the eyelids
Do you remember what you said to me
What course has given you the right to stray
And in your living tomb I'm stuck but safe
The clocks are ticking fast with every breath

Since we've been wrong
I've been part awake
Since we've been wrong
You will never ever know me
What took you so long
I'm not sure all the way
But my heart it asks just one more time
Are you still a mess?

One day a rain will come to wash away
The earth that held us was no island
I have become ingrown inside this skin
I'll find a way out through those eyelids

And all the days become a cast away
I seem to think I don't belong here

Since we've been wrong
I've been part awake
Since we've been wrong
You will never ever know me
What took you so long
I'm not sure all the way
But my heart it asks just one more time
Are you still a mess?

I don’t belong here
I shouldn't stay
What falls inside me grows empty
The wall between us will never break
Just seals it shut
It grows empty

Since we've been wrong
I've been part awake
Since we've been wrong
You will never ever know me
What took you so long
I'm not sure all the way
Since we've been wrong
I've been part awake
Since we've been wrong
You will never ever know me
What took you so long
I'm not sure all the way
But my heart it asks just one more time
Are you still a mess?

Feeling Good

Birds flying high,

You know how I feel;

Sun in the sky,

You know how I feel;

Stars when you shine,

You know how I feel;

It's a new dawn,
It's a new day,
It's a new life,

For me;

And I'm feeling good

I'm feeling good.

What's Wrong with the World, part II

I've just finished writing my paper on American cultural failure. I always feel incredibly inspired in that domain when listening to the right hip hop songs, for they, like no other songs in different genres, are able to translate rightful anger and injustice into powerful music. It is their storytelling that makes my mind as focused as their sharp beats. I love these people. They fight for a better world.

Homeland and hip hop. To think about the origins of hip hop in this culture and also about homeland security is to see that there are at the very least two worlds in America. One of the well-to-do and another of the struggling. For if ever there was the absence of homeland security it is seen in the gritty roots of hip hop. For the music arises from a generation that feels with some justice that they have been betrayed by those who came before them, that they are at best tolerated in schools, feared on the streets, and almost inevitably destined for the hellholes of prison. They grew up hungry, hated and unloved. And this is the psychic fuel that generates the anger that seems endemic in much of the music and poetry. One senses very little hope above the personal goals of wealth that climb above the pit of poverty. In the broader society the opposite is true, for here more than any place on earth wealth is so widespread and so bountiful, that what passes for the middle class in America could pass for the upper class in most of the rest of the world. They're very opulent and relative wealth makes them insecure, and homeland security is a governmental phrase that is as oxymoronic, as crazy as say military intelligence, or the U.S Department of Justice. They're just words; they have very little relationship to reality. And do you feel safer now? Do you think you will anytime soon? Do you think ducktape and Kleenex and color codes will make you safer? From Deathrow, this is Mumia Abu Jamal.

The House Where We All Live

Vandaag regent het, dus ik luister muziek.

Written by Finn Andrews.

There's an old child's swing set on the lawn
And an ivied wall lured by the years
A neckerchiefed spaniel patrols the swamp
And drinks from the garden of our tears

There are many rooms and many floors
A billion up and a billion down
I'm not sure God knows we're here
Most nights it keeps to itself

There's a widow's wing and an unloved wing
On the unwanted floor towards the rear
I've tried to memorise their names
But no sooner one dies than another appears

There were bible verses all down the halls
But they soon got replaced with explicit cartoons
There’s lipstick marks on all our collars
And the sign on the gate reads 'Come Back Soon'

We all do our best to keep it clean
But some guy's minds are like a sieve
And sometimes it's a little hard to sleep at night
In the house where we all live

Now when I walk the grounds at dawn
I can hear the sounds of far off bells
I lay my feet out in the reeds
And I dream of being somewhere else

So boy, next time you are in town
Just ring the bell and I'll come let you in
I don't think you're going to need directions -
Just ask for the house where we all live

I wish you could see this moment.